Oooh I got so angry this week. Thursday morning to be exact. I was frustrated at the situation we are in, but more than that I was so angry at our stupid stupid government for being selfish and lame and blind and selfish and did I say selfish? It didn't have to be this bad. This many people didn't have to die. We could have all rallied around a common "enemy" and worked together to make the best of a bad situation. Help people financially. But no. Nope. Not going to happen. I was going to do some exercise, some yoga to try and calm my mind but after about 10 minutes I just said "FUCK IT" and leaned into being angry and talking it out with Kurt.
In between the anger, I cooked. I baked. I made good things to eat. Did it dispel the anger? No. But didn't hurt one bit.
Well - I'll be honest and say I baked whole wheat banana bread and alas, underbaked it by a lot. I have now learned a lesson about a) ceramic bread pans and b) short toothpicks. I'll try this again because a) part of if it tasted good, b) I have lots of whole wheat flour to use and c) there are always bananas turning to the dark side.
As I mentioned in last week's post, I bought new bread pans but Kurt had bought a lot of bread. But this week I launched into bread making with a vengeance. (inspired by Grace.) I ended up baking three loaves of Japanese Milk Bread. It is SUPER easy, just takes a bit of time - all that rising to make it so FLUFFY!
Of course it makes me think of Minions saying "butt" over and over and laughing.
Is that enough bread porn for you?
It was a warm week with lots of pool time for Harper again. There were gorgeous flowers that Kurt bought on his shopping run - one for me and one for Harper.
Gorgeous flowers outside in our garden too. The front garden is something I'm so grateful for. So many pretty flowers right now.
The cats are our constant companions. And thank goodness for their nuttiness. Here Mr. Biscuit listens to John Oliver's segment on cats.
Here Mr. Biscuit explores my desk. Hmmm.
Then they got a new toy, thanks to our good friend Tom! You fold it up and put treats in it and the cats have to fish the treats out. Mr. Biscuit is not the brightest cat on the block (He's still technically a kitten - all 12 pounds of him) but Willoughby got it instantly and now pushes the box all over the kitchen getting all the treats out.
Harper and I share an office now. (We have this whole time.) She had a project to test what kinds of things melt and they used hot water and candy. She enjoyed this experiment very much, eating the evidence after recording her findings.
I made more masks and got a very very sweet thank you gift in return.
I'm not ashamed to tell you I'm reading this fabulous romance novel. I have a stack of books ready to read and couldn't bring myself to read them. Luckily I had thought ahead to a time when I might need pure ridiculous escapism and also have a few of these babies standing by. It's been great, I have to say.
Another week down. Many many many more to go. I keep focusing on the little things, the important things. I know we'll be fine. We are lucky that way. The future is a mystery (it always has been) and we can't control a lot of it. My anger will come and go, as will grief and sadness and frustration. Then we'll have beautiful days filled with flowers and sweets and we'll be distracted for a while.